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It happened in that late hour when everything turns deep blue and the luminous light of day fades us into softer versions of ourselves. We’d spent hours together seeing house after house after house. Barely visible now, my shy client, the artist, finally spoke up and said, “I’m painting you”. Whe...
Almost sunset. I walk a little faster, hoping to secure a sweet little spot on the hillside where I’ll spread my blanket and settle in before the annual show begins. Heads are turning in every direction, searching for the first sign. But there is nothing yet. I lay back, staring into the silken b...
I was organizing some old family photographs the other day when I discovered something curious. While drifting back in time, I became conscious of a repeating image lurking behind the smiling faces of my tiny Mother and tinier aunts and uncles. There, in nearly every photograph, stood my architec...
The troubles in the housing market are worsening, they say. Global warming is accelerating, butter flavored microwave popcorn may kill me, and my favorite shade of lipstick has just been discontinued. Again.But I won’t listen to a word of it. I have too many wonderful clients who rely on me to he...